I WOKE up at 7am as usual and had coffee - I don't smoke. My patients are waiting for me. I'm the only doctor working in this region and there are 15,000 people. Every day I see 150 to 200 patients.
Today I had the case of a brother and sister who are severely traumatised. The sister is still in a very bad way, she would not say anything except: "They will kill my brother, they will kill my father." She just kept repeating that. The brother didn't say anything at all, but when I questioned him, eventually he answered. We gave him a sedative. He was terrified there will be another offensive. I can't give too many details because of professional secrecy, but .. everyone fled from his village to the mountains, but the soldiers followed and caught his father - he saw that. Then they came back for the boy and threatened to cut his throat and beat him. The two were held for several days in very bad conditions.Their father survived. FRIDAY EVERY DAY has the same rhythm. I work for three hours, then my neighbour brings me a coffee and I carry on until 2pm. I eat upstairs - someone brings lunch, today it is a tin of tuna. The room is filled with humanitarian aid, but we have a corner to eat in. I have 10 minutes, and then I continue working until 6pm. There are six people in my team, including two nurses and a pharmacist. Three of them were health workers before the war, the other three are high-school graduates helping out. I was promised that a supply of medicines would come today and so many more patients than usual are waiting. But they did not come, so I had many problems. I had promised people there would be drugs, so they were very upset and disappointed. So was I. This was the hardest day since the offensive. I felt terrible about the supplies not coming. I also had a session with Besnik, one of the last survivors of the Deliu family - more than 20 of them were massacred in Obrinje last month, men,women and children. He responded well to questions, so I felt better about him. At the beginning, he was just gazing into the distance, and would not say anything. He was silent. But now he is OK.He is five years old. Two of his sisters, aged one and three, also survived. I went back to the clinic until dark. I live in this village, but since the offensive my family has moved to Pristina, and I cannot go to visit them. I haven't seen them for more than two weeks, but we talk on the phone sometimes. SATURDAY I DIDN'T do anything special today - every day is a working day. I haven't had a day off in eight months. We don't have electricity, and water comes from a stream on the hill. My house was burnt during the shelling, but the big meeting room was saved, so I live there with my team. The roof was burnt off, so we just share the one room. SUNDAY I LISTEN to the news on a small radio, but I'm not very interested in it - I have my own problems. Today there were not so many patients, because they knew we had no medical supplies. I specialised as a neuro-psychiatrist, but in Albania, so the Serbian government did not accept my qualifications, and I worked for 14 years in this area as a GP, with clinics in several villages. …